The next day

*Trigger warning, sexual abuse*

Memories from the night before starts to fill my head, Jay, he said he loved me, that sick fuck. That sick fuck took me at my weakest and took advantage of me. He knew I don't believe in love. He knew I didn't like it.

He caresses my spine like he owned me, he grabbed my ass like I was his woman. He put his hands on my thighs like he wanted me.... he kissed me without my consent. I hate him! He's disgusting.

I cleaned my room again, and this time I put my signature hoodie in my lock box and took the key. Just in case.

I took a run for it, this time I just ran. Straight out of the door, across the street and through the woods to a highway. I hitch hiked to a big city.

I looked for the tallest skyscraper I could find and I found my way to the top, climbing stories upon stories of stairs, through countless elevators. Once I got to the top floor, I climbed the last set of stairs and opened the door to the roof. I walked straight to the edge and rested my arms on the railing. It was the best feeling I'd ever felt, but I was scared, scared and on my own.

I took in the view, everything looked small. Like I was on top of the world. I took all the feelings that I had bottled up inside me and I screamed at the top of my lungs,"Aaaaaaaahhhhh you bitches can't hurt me anymore!!" I feel so free.

With the little money I had left, I started looking for an apartment to start my new life.